So. Three options:
1 – suicide (easy way out. Permanent solution to a temporary problem (if you really want it)). Worst option.
2 – feel bad for a while and then gamble when you have recovered from the last loss, and then give gambling another shot.
3 – my favorite. Tell gambling to go suck a cucumber. Be just a little stronger…even if it’s just 55.0001 %, and let go of that futile and destructive illness in our brains that is rightfully described and literally, diagnosed as compulsive gambling.
I choose #3, and I hope you do too.
Believe it or not (I’ve witnessed it) that at one point, after you’ve given up this nonsense that is gambling, you’ll be forgiven by your loved ones. Impossible to imagine, but true.
Trust me. I’m you. You’re me, when it comes to this seemingly impossible feat we have to accomplish.
I’m at day 42. Nothing to pat myself on the back for and I’m not. However, I do know one thing: life goes by in a blink. 42 may as well be 4200. Maybe not financially, but emotionally, it does.
You’ll be fine. Or you won’t.
How determined are you to take this shit one day at a time? How tough are you?
By reaching out for something other than what your self-inclination is, which is self-destruction, it would appear that you’re willing and ready…and strong enough to fight against the moments of “weakness”.
Trust is yourself and…time. You will never “earn” your money back by gambling. Good. It’s a fool’s paradise anyway.
The most sound piece of advice in your newfound STRENGTH (!), trust what Charles has to say. His sound pieces of advice aren’t fun to hear, but they’re pretty damn close to being more than needed.